Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.